Bar Stool by Don Bernal

Alone by the bar
Sitting with an empty stool
To the side
She glanced up
At the stranger with the
Brown jacket
Looking into his glass
Brown life in ice
His eyes lost in the misery
Of carbonated hopes and
Dreams
The barman wiped the counter
Clean.
The dissonant souls roaming
In the room
A common patron late at
Night
He looked at the man
with the brown
Jacket
He wanted to say something
But
Then bent down to clear the glasses
Away
The man with the brown jacket
And brown drink
Glanced up at the woman
Who was staring at an empty
stool.


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